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Yes,

it's Gilbert.

They're coming.

Heat. Heat.

Nice.

Heat.

This is so exciting. We haven't been up

to London for a night out in months.

Well, it's not all going to be fun.

Remember, we're bringing a business plan

to heart. You've got to show you're

serious about

Berisford's barnets. I know.

When did you get these printed?

Last week.

How many?

Thousand.

A thousand.

I wish you'd get behind me on this tub.

We're sitting on a gold mine.

No, I am behind you.

Well, you sound bored to death. Are you?

No. No, of course not.

Price I paid for those wigs is unheard

of in the current climate.

You're right. You're right. It's just

we've been stung before.

Disappearing bee disease is no laughing

matter. I know, Tommy, but to be

abandoned by your own swarm.

It's not just me. It's happening all

over the world. It's a beekeeping

phenomenon.

Okay.

Okay. Let's do this. Let's knock the

socks off Uncle Carter with an

investment offer he can't resist.

That's the spirit.

And if it doesn't interfere with the

plan,

can we try and have a little fun at the

opera, too?

All right.

Uncle,

it doesn't look like your sort of place.

Oh, really?

No, no. They do a a wonderful seafood

platter.

So, how's George scout trip going? All

right.

Yes. He loves the Highlands. Had a run

in with a Billy Goat. Look.

You couldn't grab a couple of brisies,

could you? And uh something for

yourself.

Yes, of course.

Now, uncle, I know the bees didn't quite

work out, but I'm sure you'll relish the

prospect.

Yes, just you should be quiet. Listen,

your country is in grave danger. A

British scientist by the name of Gilbert

Worthing has gone missing from a

military base in Norfolk. He was working

on a top secret project for the Home

Secretary.

I want you to meet an agent called

Harrison at the opera tonight. You were

sharing a box.

He he'll have a message for me. Just

remember everything he says word for

word.

Why can't you go?

There's been a leak on the third floor,

which is why I'm having to meet you in

this flea pit. I can't work with anyone

inside the building because wherever I

go, the Russians find out about it. I

just need a a nobody. A go between. But

this comes from the very top, Tommy.

It's absolutely hush hush. You have to

tell no one. Not even. But she'll smell

a rat.

We'll just have to lie better.

Well, where's Carter?

Tommy.

Heat. Heat.

Thank you.

You having another?

Well, you only live once.

Will you join me?

No. No. I won't be able to enjoy the

performance. It'll be George's nativity

play all over again.

Everyone's so glamorous, Tommy.

Come on. Let's find our box.

I'm sorry. I booked.

I'm

so

tall.

I'm going to

Well, there must be some.

I'm sorry, sir. There must be some kind

of mistake. Back.

Buck, your friends are at the bar, sir.

Hey, look at us like bloody royalty.

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's

performance will be here.

Looks like we're sharing a box.

I'm Tuppens Barisford.

Tommy Barisford. Nice to meet you both.

Bob Harrison. The wife's over there.

Oh, well, Tuppens can introduce herself.

What you

Harrison? You say,

"Yeah, I don't go in for this sort of

nonsense." Really?

Uh, the son got us the tickets. He works

in the city. I'd soon spend the night at

the dog track.

Well, Opra nonsense say

Bob's in the Navy. What does your fella

do?

He's in wigs.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I don't care for all this fancy

business.

So, I'm up on deck and I see it in the

distance. It's a great white. It's

unmistakable.

I look closer. It's not one but three.

And they start circling us.

And this is young lad uh Boris, the

Russian sailor.

Russian Boris.

You know, you should be writing this

down and make a great picture.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Ready? Well, all credit if you make it.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take your

seat.

Hang on.

The performance.

Come on, girl. Please take your seat.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'll see you later in one minute.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sir, sir, your umbrella.

Sorry. Did Boris say control the fish or

control the finish?

Oh, look what you made me do. Oh,

bloody wasted my drink.

Oh.

All right, Mr. Harrison.

Are you all right?

Harrison,

Harrison,

get a doctor.

Just get some air.

They're saying it was a heart attack.

Wife says as fit as a fiddle.

Fit as a fiddle, they say.

Hello, third floor.

Yes. Hello. I need to speak to Major

Carter.

Hello.

I called a few times last night.

Hello, third floor.

Yes, I I need to speak to Major Carter.

I'm sorry, it's a bad line. Could you

call back?

Oh, for Betty's sake.

Tommy, your shirt is ruined.

Hello, third floor.

Please don't hang up.

Tommy,

I need to speak to Major Carter.

Tommy,

there's Thomas Paris.

Major Carter said cricket canceled due

to bad weather. Please sit tight. Tommy,

what are you doing?

You better start talking, Thomas

Berisford, right now.

Boris the sailor wrestled a white shark.

Well, Boris is obviously Russia.

The sailor could be the Navy or

submarine.

You're very good at this.

Too late for Flattery Barisford. And the

white shark is

America.

Could he be planning an attack?

Rotten Lucky had a heart attack before

finishing the message.

What if it wasn't a heart attack?

Harrison's spilled his drink on your

shirt. This stain.

I don't follow.

It could have been poison.

No, you don't mean he was

murdered. Well, we have to find out

now. Hold on. Carter said sit tight. He

would contact me. The message was very

clear.

Oh, come on, Tommy. What harm could a

little investigating do? Then when

Carter gets in contact, we'll have the

whole thing tied up in a boat.

Our only lead is a dirty shirt.

And not just that,

there was a man

watching the box.

Maybe he was involved.

Can you even remember what he looked

like?

Tall,

dark, was very handsome.

Now I can picture him right now.

Try not to.

I'm sure Benjamin will be very happy

here, Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

You're not sending George here.

Why shouldn't we?

I need you to identify this stain. It's

the only clue we have.

I'm in the middle of an open day.

But it won't take very long. Just get

your thing meme bulb kit. The head is

already crossed with me for missing time

on our last adventure.

He's right, Tublin. This is meant to be

top secret.

Top secret.

Death of a spy at the opera. Missing

scientist.

A real mystery.

Can I get you anything from the canteen,

Mr. Peton?

Oh, yes, please, Barbara. Miss Kemp.

Um,

a crumpet.

Thank you,

Miss Kemper.

Chemistry

drama department. Actually,

pass the sodium hydroxide.

Sweep her off her feet, Albert. Take her

on an adventure.

Hydrochloric acid.

I wouldn't brush it. Play the long game,

Albert. Work for me.

Not all girls will be as patient as I

was, Tommy.

Cyanide

poison.

He was murdered. I knew it.

Are you going to tell me what this is

about? I'm still on Carter's books. You

know, I do have clearance.

Well, we can't.

I'm I'm I'm sorry.

Yes. Good old Albert called in to test

for stains and nothing more. Part-time

nobody.

There is one other thing you can help us

with.

Have you ever heard of a scientist

called Gilbert Worththing?

Gilbert Worththing?

We were at Cambridge together.

He's an atomic physicist.

Atomic

as in bombs.

You worked on the Manhattan project.

At least tell me the plans.

I'm not sure we should even be here.

We're going to talk to Mrs. Harris.

I'm

so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Your husband

had a message for us.

What?

About his work?

Who are these people?

Well, they were at the opera. They sat

next to me and your dad.

He He talked to us about a sailor called

Boris.

Boris died at sea. What you bringing

that up for?

What are you talking about? I think he

really was in the Navy.

Well, what were they doing in our box

then?

I don't know what they're all about,

Mom. It'd be all right.

Wait a minute.

Um,

you didn't seem too fond of the box

seats. I was wondering what made you get

the tickets.

My son got a box. Could barely afford

the nose bleeds.

Terribly sorry. Excuse me. They were in

the wrong seats.

Oh, there must have been two Harrisons.

The man I saw has to be the real

Harrison.

It's all right, M. Don't worry.

They killed the wrong man.

Inspector Berisford, we understand

somebody here has been accepting bribes

to upgrade tickets to box status.

What? No, not bribes. It was a mistake.

An honest mix up with the tickets. Well,

then would you care to verify the

identity of the Mr. Harrison who lost

his box seat? Well,

I don't have his details, but he left

behind an umbrella, a fancy one. We kept

it for him.

Can you remember what he looked like? He

was tall, dark hair, had a face like a

Carrie Grant.

Yes. Brown eyes,

high cheekbones, a stern but tender

stare.

Yes.

Yes. Yeah. Well, thank you very much.

You've been most helpful. Come along,

Tuppens.

It's a menace, this choking, eye

watering smog. Our intrepid cameraman

drove through far shrouded London to

report on the traffic chaos. Traffic in

London was completely

It's beautiful.

Yes, I certainly want to return it to

the rightful owner. Uh,

serial number. Leave it with me. I'll

give him a call later.

Uh, any chance I could call him? I'd

like to return it in person.

I'm not in the business of giving out

customer details.

I'm sure he'd like to meet the man who

found it.

I'd rather think that's up to him. Will

you let go?

I'm terribly sorry.

Be sure to tell him that a friend of

Carter's returned it. Remember to say

the name Carter.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing?

Little face.

Look,

all we have to do is wait.

Ah, Mr. Harrison. Good afternoon, sir. I

believe I have your umbrella.

What about him?

No, I said door and dark.

All right. All right.

Harrison's smart. You sent someone.

Wait,

we're friends of Carters.

Where's Carter? Who are you?

Carter's my uncle. He's unavailable.

What's your relationship to Mr.

Harrison? He's my mentor

in music.

We met at a literary salon.

Well, he has a message for us for

Carter.

We were at the opera. Mr. Harrison was

intercepted. If you could tell us where

he is.

No.

Well, we can help him.

Forget it. I keep him safe. No one else.

Berisford's barit. Tell him to contact

us.

Let's be the smokeups. Come on home.

What makes you think he'll go straight

to Harrison?

Something tells me they're more than

just friends.

Oh, do you think Carter knows?

I suspect Harrison is pretty good at

leading a double life.

But he must have broken a few girls

hearts.

Yours, I hope.

There you are.

Stay close.

Keep hold of my hand. This way.

Excuse me.

Tubbs.

Tubbs.

Tubbers.

Where are you trying to get to, madam? I

lost my husband. I I don't know. I

should probably try and get back to

Waterloo. This way to Waterloo, madam.

Are you sure? I could have sworn that

way with seven dials.

This way, madam. I'm certain.

That's right.

Keep going.

Just at the end of the tunnel, madam.

That's it. Turn right for Waterloo.

Is this your usual beat? That's

definitely seven dials. What can't you

see?

Tops,

you're shaking.

I looked everywhere for you.

What happened?

What time is it?

10.

10.

You needed the rest and now you need the

sustenance.

Tori, how lovely.

Marmalade.

Are you eating?

I've been up since 6:00.

Not Mrs. Morgan's [ __ ] or bloody bird.

I just couldn't sleep.

Well, that'll be the late night bickies.

Anything from Harrison?

Well, let's try Albert. See if he's

heard anything.

No, I'm afraid this is where it ends.

We had another postcard from George this

morning.

Oh, what's wrong? Is he all right? He's

fine. I just imagined having to write

back to him to tell him his mother had

been shot.

It's just too dangerous, Tuppens.

But

if we work together

for either of us,

that is the end of the matter.

We finished the stock list.

Yes. I think we need to order more

brunettes.

Doris Day, Grace Kelly, Diana Doors,

Blondes. We need to order more blondes.

B.

Oh, a letter for Ber's Barnets.

It has to be from him. It has to be

Harrison.

Well, we'll miss our chance.

Come on.

Keys.

There is no 2011.

There has to be.

Tommy, that's him.

Are you sure? there.

Oh my god. Is he dead?

Tell Teller

there's a spy in the house.

They've taken Gilbert.

It's

Did you say N?

I heard N.

Did you say N or M?

He's gone.

What if we led them to him?

What if we had Harrison killed?

No. No. No. No.

It's Carter.

What's he going to do to us?

Not ask me.

What?

I took the mission. I'll take the

consequences. You wait upstairs.

Tommy,

where have you been? Uncle,

don't uncle me. I've been looking for

this leak. Look where it's got me.

What did he say?

Who?

Oh, don't be soft. Tommy Harrison

Gilbert's been kidnapped

and he said there's a spy in the house.

Did he mention a name?

I think he said

M.

No, I don't don't know an M.

Not that I recall. I mean, they do

change the code.

Are you sure he said M?

Could have been N.

N.

Does that mean something?

Close that door.

Promise me you'll keep tap inside out of

this. I know she's been involved so far

for your ears only.

Yes, uncle.

So, who is that? Soviet agent

who has eluded us for years.

There were a number of British traitors

whose sympathies were with the USSR.

They turned to communism.

Are you familiar with the fifth column?

Tommy,

I've heard the phrase.

The enemy within. N has contacts in the

British government. Definitely in the

military and very possibly in my own

department. One of them tipped N off

about Gilbert's project.

That means the Russians have Gilbert.

What is the project?

Oh, it's a bomb. A a new bomb prototype.

Morning, Mr. B.

All your windows. Same as usual.

Oh, for goodness sake, Tommy.

What are they going to do with the bomb?

I suspect they're after the technology,

which means their priority will be

getting it out of the country.

Gilbert in secret. It's all very hush

hush.

We're missing the cricket. Uh, the home

secretary asked me to send someone I

could trust. We knew there was a leak,

so the smaller the operation, the

better.

You sent Harrison.

That's right. To the guest house in in

Norfolk where Gilbert had been staying.

See what he could find out. The

spy in the house

is N.

But if they have Gilbert and the bomb,

why are they still there? Someone or

something

of value remains in that hotel.

The Son Susi Hotel Chroma.

The delicate nature of the job is meant

getting background information on the

other guests. Well, I'm slow. You'll

have to meet up with Albert tomorrow and

brief you on the train.

But what do you want me to do? I

want you to find N. Of course.

Find N. Find Gilbert.

Find the bomb.

Not a word to happen. Remember?

Yes. Uncle.

What did he say?

He said, "Thank you.

Thank you

for all our help in finding Harrison."

I told him what we knew. He said, "Thank

you." And

that was that.

Wasn't he angry that Harrison got

killed?

It's all part of the game, I suppose.

So, that was it.

Well, it's not all bad news. Do you

remember that we wig convention in

Scotland I was telling you about? Well,

a place has come up. Trey leaves

tomorrow at 9:00, actually.

Did you marry an idiot?

Sorry.

Do you, Thomas Barerisford, take this

gullible idiot? Is that what the vicer

said?

I don't know what you mean.

Carter's given you a new mission.

Absolutely not.

swear it.

I

swear,

Thomas Barerisford.

Be reasonable times. It's only for a

week

or so.

You'll need to keep warm up there.

Scotland could be very chilly.

I really wish you could come with me,

Taps. I worry a wig convention is no

place for a lady.

Absolutely. I completely understand. I'd

be bored stiff.

You really would be.

I know. I can't imagine anything worse.

In fact, I've been thinking of getting

away myself.

Oh, have you?

Just to see Aunt Julie.

She's been hinting for help with her

Christmas chutney since July.

You can't stand chutney.

But I love Aunt Julie.

No, you don't.

Anyway, excuse me.

If I set off now, we can get there

before dark.

You can bring me some shortbread.

What? Why?

Scotland, Tommy. Famous for it.

I'll forget the shortbread.

Don't miss your train, Tommy. Heat.

Heat.

once more for good measure.

Sheila Pir, proprie

Susi, Irish.

What part?

Of Konamara.

Next.

Carl Denim, son of a publican, lived

here for a few years at the Susi just a

couple of months. Next.

Major Khn fought in the liberation of

Italy.

Medals.

Victoria Cross.

No. Military Cross. Come on, Tommy. You

can't afford to make a false move. You

saw what happened to Harrison.

Could be a war hero, an office clerk, or

a nun. Trust no one, but get everyone to

trust you.

Susie, please driver.

Next.

Mrs. Sprat. Married but traveling alone.

Likes walks on the beach. Where's Miss

Dior by Christian Dior?

You remembered her pretty easily.

Well, you don't forget a name like

Sprat.

Quite. Next. Mr. and Mrs. Minton,

psychologist. Sounds like mumbo jumbo to

me. But I have read the ego in the

interview.

Finally, Veronica,

the Polish maid.

Which leads us right on to your cover.

George Meadows, bachelor, bookworm, bird

watcher. What's your agent specialtity?

Warblers. Excellent.

George Meadows, bird watcher, here to

spot some birds.

Just remember, Tommy, any of these could

be N. Carl Denin, Major Khn, Sheila

Perenna, the Mintons, Mrs. Spranovitz,

any of them.

Be charming but anonymous, friendly but

forgettable. Good luck out there, Tommy.

We're full.

George Meadows, I booked.

Right.

Well, act like it then and go in.

Did your mother never teach you to wipe

your feet? Breakfast is 7 to 8 and not a

minute after. Dinner's at 6:00. Lunch,

you fend for yourself. I take it you're

here for the Veterans Mall.

Uh, yes. Yes, of course.

Taxis are booked. Don't be late. Is

that a West Coast accident? I detect

Colomara perhaps.

God, don't talk to me about that place.

Nothing but sheep and rocks. Your room

is just at the top of the stairs.

You must attract a better class of

guests at a house like this.

You're not writing a review, are you?

No, no. I just

Good.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Wrong room.

Can I help you?

I'm George Meadows. Pleased to meet you.

I'm Mr. Minton. This is my wife. Even a

happy life cannot be without a measure

of darkness.

For anyone who seeks meaning in today's

world, Yung is a must.

I'm more of a Freud man myself.

Have you read any?

One chooses their teacher and remains

faithful.

You're in the business.

We're psychologists. Yes.

I can tell by your stance you're a

military man. Well, I I did my bit in

the last show.

You saw a lot in that time.

I can tell by your grip.

If you'll excuse me, I should find my

room.

Of

course, Mrs. Blinken's up. It won't

happen again. Thank you for pointing it

out, Mrs. Blinken.

Mr. Meadows. I presume it is Meadows,

isn't it?

Oh, yes, that's right. And um you must

be

Mrs. Blankenoft. Oh,

would you care for some tea?

Thank you.

How did you know where to come?

Walls have ears, Tommy. Don't you

remember?

So, poor Aunt Julie is making Chutney on

her own again this year.

Let me guess, the Wiger convention

finished early.

Is there a uh Mr. Blankentop?

Horrible, slow death by disease. Mrs.

Meadows.

Bachelor.

How original.

Any thoughts on N yet?

They're all coming down for tea in a

minute. Do your own detective work.

Mrs. Blankenshaw.

Oh,

don't tell me you've replaced me

already.

Mr. Denim, you do tease. I am old enough

to be your big sister.

This is Mr. Meadows. You'll get along

famously. He's a bachelor, too.

Hunter,

bird watcher.

I thought I heard an unfamiliar male

voice. Hello.

Hello.

I do hope we won't be unfamiliar for

long.

Oh, hey, do Major Khn. Hope you're

feeling fresh. I say we have a good

number here from a game of five card

stud.

Gambling's a vice.

One of my top three.

Oh,

five card stud. Perfect, Jack. It was a

change of luck. How about you, Kayok?

Commander Hoff.

George Meadows.

Who is it?

Did you fancy your game?

Oh, no. No. I'm not a card man myself.

Oh, come on, Mr. Meadows.

Sit next to me, Mr. Meadows. I won't

bite.

Anytime

today is good, Hok.

So, Commander, are you a guest here at

the Susi?

No, I live up at Pro Cove.

Is that a nice spot?

Building.

He's just here for the company.

This is Sprout.

your bid, Mr. Sprout.

So, Major, where did you serve?

I know you're new to this Meadows, but

we don't normally chin wager in poker.

Oh, I'm sorry. I understand.

Mrs. Sprout

Fold,

Mr. Denim.

I just got lucky.

Wait,

what about matters?

I can never remember. Are aces highest

or lowest?

Aces are highest. Only an idiot wouldn't

know that

or a liar.

I'm not a liar.

Just

lucky.

Barely lucky.

What exactly is your business here, Mr.

Meadows?

I'm a bird watcher.

Really?

What's your specialtity?

Palaces warblers.

Palaces warblers

in England.

This time of year.

This is their autumn migration path.

And that picture there is actually a a

very fine example of a pair of palaces

warblers.

Arctic warblers actually

family heirloom worth quite a lot that

a child could spot the difference.

I'm not sure it's

impressionistic though, isn't it?

I don't know about that, Mr. Bansson. I

think we've just been hustled.

What? By this gentleman?

Yes. While you were busy making notes

for your novel

novelist

crime fiction.

Oh, but of course

an urgent letter just arrived for you,

Major Khn.

Ah, thank you.

Excuse me.

Aren't you going to finish your tea?

Yes. Thank you.

I used to do a spot of bird watching

myself.

Well, let's go tomorrow. H.

Yes. Great.

A USSR postmark.

You think he's in?

He's clearly in the lead.

Hold on. Let's think about this. We need

to keep an open mind.

Well, who are you suggesting?

Carl Denim for one.

I like him. Well,

I could tell.

And Mrs. Sprat,

what about her? Tuppens, this is

serious. And's got a hold of an atomic

bomb for goodness sake.

I am well aware of that, Tommy. The

major is clearly the most suspicious.

All right. Well, how do we play this?

I need to go into his room. I've got to

see inside that envelope.

Well, what if he finds you in there?

I'll use the oldest trick in the book.

Seduction.

I didn't have you down as a snooper.

Oh, no, no, no. I was I was just looking

for Miss Prena. Well,

she's downstairs. Oh,

good. I think.

Well, maybe she popped out to get her

hair done for tonight.

Oh, that's a good idea.

It's the Veterans Ball, isn't it?

Are you going?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world,

but I'll have no one to dance with.

Do I make you nervous, Mr. Meadows?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I just

just get some tea for a second. Do some

refreshment.

Beris Barnet. Who's Baris's Barnet?

Suppliers of the finest quality postig.

Why didn't they just say wigs?

Well, it's more discreet, classier. To

attract a better sort of customer.

Why do you have it?

I use their services.

Wow, they must be doing something right.

I wouldn't have noticed a thing.

They're the best in the business.

Oh, do you mind if I keep it? I might

feel like changing my look.

What brings you to the East Coast, Mrs.

Sprout?

Relocation

had a change in circumstance.

I'm looking for a new beginning.

Well, it's a beautiful spot.

A beautiful spot for the beautiful Mrs.

Sprat.

Yes, I'm finding it quite charming.

So far,

is that the time I should be getting

ready for the ball?

Yes,

you and me both.

I think you had better come out of

there.

Who are you?

Mrs. Blankenop.

Try again.

I am Mrs. Blankenop.

So why are you in my room, Mrs.

Blankenop?

I wanted to talk to you in private.

About what?

Mr. Meadows.

I believe he's a card cheat.

How sweet of you to look out for me.

The question is,

are you willing to die for that lie?

Because if you don't tell me the truth,

I'm going to be forced to blow out your

pretty little brains.